And then, after Flash's Party, it was back to the base for some fireworks. The wind had really picked up after the sun went down, and there were cops who made us leave the cliff and sit back in one of the fields, because they didn't want us to be where the fireworks debris was going to fall. So, we moved to the field, and got pummelled. This is Leslie and Justin, and that's pretty much the posture from which we watched all the fireworks. I'm sporting a big ole bruise on my arm from falling chunks, and we all had to get up and run a couple of times to dodge some falling lumps that were still glowing red hot.
...and the rocket's red glare....
If we'd stayed on the cliff, we would have been fine....
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